Accidentally On Purpose Masterlist

Accidentally on Purpose Masterlist

Dark!Billy Russo x Female Reader

An accidental marriage in Vegas type scenario, toxic relationship.

I made a playlist!!! 😁

To Have and to Hold

For Better or Worse

Something old, Something new

Something borrowed, Something blue

For Richer or Poorer

In Sickness and in Health

With all that I am

And all that I have

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.

Lets go for a walk?

I little bit smut this time

- Hey, baby, do you want to go for a walk? The weather is wonderful, I heard Timothee's voice.

I was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher after dinner.

- Walk?, - I asked, went up to him and sat next to him on the couch.

- Yes ... we suggested going to the apartment all day, why not get some last breath of air?

- Fresh air? In New York?

He laughed, reached his hand to his face and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

- We suggest going to Central Park. There are a lot of people there now, I will put on my masking cap and no one knows me, - he is close.

- Yes, you're just like Clark Kent, only instead of masking glasses you have a cap, - you laughed.

“Exactly,” said Timothee, and mysteriously threw himself away.

- Okay, great, let's go for a walk. We'll eat ice cream and hide from your fans who are still devouring your eyes, - you said, but he caught a subtle hint of jealousy in your voice. Timothee never gave you a reason to be jealous of him, but you couldn't help yourself.

- Hey, my love, you know that my eyes are always only on you, - he answered and pressed me to him. I buried my face into his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. He was my home. Then I unexpectedly bit him on the tender skin of his neck and heard him moan.

- Are you trying to eat me? We just had dinner, he teased me.

- Yes, but you are my dessert, - I answered and began to appear with kisses to his stomach. But his refining hands stopped me, and Timothee again pressed me to him.

"Hey…" you started offended, but he just laughed at my expression.

- We were going for a walk, remember?

- You're being too suspicious. What are you up too?

“My love, how could you think so badly of me?” He looked offended, but I saw sparks of amusement in his eyes.

- Yes, right ..., - you started to get up from the couch, but he again pressed you to him and hugged you tightly.

"Okay, okay," he said and kissed my hair, "I've got something in mind, but I promise you'll like it."

- What?

- I really want to go to the park with you to watch the sunset, because, you know, I'm a romantic, - he smiled dazzlingly and it seems to me that for this smile I will do everything he asks me, - but I want you to I put on something ... that is ... so that there was something ... in you.

“What?” I asked in surprise and looked at him carefully.

- I want to have a butt plug in your beautiful ass while we taking a walk. The vibrating one,” he said shyly.

“Oh…” I breathed out and didn’t know what to say for a while. Timothee and I loved to play and try new things, I felt confident and safe with him. That is why I immediately felt how hot I felt and my cheeks began to burn.

- And you will control it ..., - you said quietly and looked at him embarrassedly.

He slowly leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Yes. I will control the toy and you, - after which he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

- Oh…

“Do you want to play?” he whispered in my ear again.

I pulled myself together, ran my tongue over his lower lip and whispered, - only if you fuck me after a walk.

"Oh baby," he said and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on it. Timothee groaned against my lips again. Then he pulled away from me, got up from the couch and said excitedly. - I'll go get a toy.

He looked like it was Christmas time and it was time to open presents. I laughed at his excitement. In fact, I felt the same way.

After a couple of minutes, Timothee returned to me with a box in his hands and, looking me straight in the eyes, said, - Take off your pants, my love, and lie down on your stomach. I gladly complied. While I was taking off my clothes, Timothee kept his eyes on me, which made me hotter and wet between my legs.

When I lay down on the sofa, Timothee sat next to me and began to gently stroke my ass. - Are you sure? I don't want you to do what you don't want to do," he said softly.

- I know, my love, you know that I trust you. And I also love to play. And I love you, - I said and looked at him with a wink.

- Oh, I know, baby, - he ran his finger between my folds and groaned softly, - so wet, - after which he looked into my eyes, and, without taking his burning eyes off me, put his finger in his mouth. The sight closed my pussy around the void.

- First of all, baby, you need to prepare you, right? We don't want you to get hurt, do we?” he said softly and took out some lube from the box.

- No,- I answered, and felt his finger slowly penetrate my hole. The lubricant on his finger had a cooling effect. It was only one finger, but I was already feeling good, and I moaned softly, burying my face in the sofa. Timothee began to slowly fuck me with his middle finger.

"Tim..." I moaned.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked and stopped moving.

- No, no, don't stop.

I felt his light kiss on my back, after which Timothee added his index finger and began to slowly develop my ass. After a while, he added 3 fingers. All this time I did not stop moaning quietly. I felt how wet I was. I think I ruined the couch, but I didn't care at the time.

- It seems that you are ready, baby, - Timothee said in a hoarse voice and after a couple of moments I felt Timothee insert an anal plug into my ass. Thanks to his fingers, I didn't feel any pain.

“Are you okay?” Timothee asked me, a little flustered, “does it hurt?”

“Not at all, you have magic fingers,” I replied with a smile, and turned my head to look at him. Timothee was breathing heavily, and in his eyes I saw that he was ready to forget about our plans and take me here and now. Looking down at his pants, I saw how excited he was.

Walk, remember? You laughed lightly and winked at him.

"Minx," Timothee said and slapped my butt, making me moan. Then I felt the plug in my ass begin to vibrate. The sensations were so tense and unexpected that I could not resist and with a cry of “Oh, my God”, buried my face in the sofa, involuntarily lifting my ass up. Timothee leaned towards me, grabbed my hair, lifted my head and whispered terribly in my ear.

"It's not polite to hide such beautiful sounds, didn't you know?"

In response, I only repeated his name again, like a prayer. Then the vibration stopped.

- It was a test version, baby. Don't worry, we'll start with Mode 1 first. You just experienced mode 4.

- Oh my God…

- Ready to go, my love?

My Guiding Star

To say that life on Arrakis is not easy would be an understatement. But I did not complain, really. Despite the constant heat, the problems with the Harkonтen soldiers, the constant struggle for every drop of water and life itself, I was the happiest woman in the world. Because I was next to the man with whom I had decided to share my life. To whom only a few months ago, standing before the altar, I said "yes" and became his wife. The wife of Paul Atreides. Even if it sounds like a cliché and no one believes me, I do not care at all. Even hell can be endured if there is someone who is ready to share all the hardships with you.

For the first time in our long stay on Arrakis, among the Fremen, Paul and I found time for ourselves. Not far from the sitch, in the middle of the night, we lay on the sand near the tent and looked at the starry sky of Arrakis. Just him and me. Moments of happiness in the constant storm. We didn't need to talk. I don't know how, but we seemed to sense each other. I felt when Paul was worried, when he was again overcome with doubts and fears about his future, our future. And the prophecy. Which, on top of all the problems, hung over our heads like the Sword of Damocles.

- Paul..., - I began, trying to distract him from what was happening in his head now.

- Mmm..., - he muttered.

- You know that I love you, right?

- Of course. And I love you. But why are you asking?

- He turned his head in my direction and I saw in his eyes, which were already clouded with blue.

- Because I thought you needed to be reminded of it. You've been distant from me lately. But I don't blame you. Considering everything that's been going on, it was the truth. I really did think so, despite the aching pain in my heart that appeared every time I thought about it or said it.

- Do you feel like I've distanced myself from you? - he asked with anxiety in his voice.

- Yes, but, as I said... - I didn't have time to finish, because I felt his lips on mine. Paul kissed me tenderly, as if he was afraid that I would break.

- I'm sorry that you got that impression, my love. Maybe I've distanced myself, yes, but that's only because... - he lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was about to confess to a terrible crime or sin - sometimes in my visions I see that you die by my hand or because of me. No matter what I do. No matter how I try to save you, - he fell silent, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. There was only silence around, and then I heard his whisper "I can't lose you."

- Paul, look at me, - I asked tenderly. When he opened his eyes, it seemed to me that all the weight of the world that had fallen to him was reflected in them. He looked at me and did not look away for a second, - Paul, you are my husband. My beloved. The man I chose and will continue to choose forever. I know that you are afraid. You are afraid of jihad, afraid to go south, but I want you to know that you are not alone. I will always be on your side. Just... do not close yourself off from me, okay? Please, - I pressed my lips to his for a moment, and then continued, - always keep an open mind. You said that the future can be changed by any action, any word, right?

Paul nodded tensely and continued not to take his eyes off me. I felt that with each of my words his hands on my waist were squeezing tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that I would disappear.

- So you and I will try to find the scenario of the future that will lead us to victory. To the prosperity of Arrakis. We will take revenge on the Harkonnens, the Empire, and all who have hurt us. And then we will turn Arrakis into a green paradise, we will become parents, and our children will be our continuation. And we will restore House Atreides to its glory.

- Will you be with me? Until the end?

- Of course, my love.

- And if I lose my way?

- Then I will be your guiding star, - I whispered and kissed him again.

Fluff with Timothee Chalamet

Sorry, english is my second language

It was Sunday. You were lying on the couch with your boyfriend Timothee. It was a day off for him, but Timothee decided to check his work email anyway. Oh yes. And you have an injured arm. A couple of days ago, you fell and hurt your arm and a couple of bruises all over your body. Which sucks for a lot of reasons. First of all, your arm obviously was in pain. But, fortunately, painkillers saved you. Secondly, and in your humble opinion, this is the most important part - now Timothee practically refused to touch you, afraid of hurting you. He was constantly next to you, fulfilling your every desire (or almost any). Are you hungry? He will immediately sentence you to your beloved. Wanted to drink? You just need to tell your boy about it. Uncomfortable pillow? He will immediately bring you another one. But he refused to touch you, like really touch you. All you've gotten in the last week is a light kiss on the lips. And every minute it annoyed you more and more, because you missed your man. Which is why you're sitting here now and pouting at him after his  another "no". You knew it was stupid, but you still couldn't do anything about it.

- Baby, stop it. You know why I said no. You know how hard it is for me to say no to you,-  Timothee said softly.

You did not answer, took your phone in your hands and began to view stories on Instagram.

- My love ... - Timothee called you again, but you only muttered something indistinct in response. You missed his touch, real touch. While you tried to act like you were ignoring Timmy, you didn't notice movement next to you. Timothee quickly, but carefully, so as not to hurt you, got up from the sofa and knelt down in front of you. He gently took the phone from your hands, put it aside and looked into your eyes. In his eyes you saw all his love for you and tenderness, so your eyes began to fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being stupid, I just miss you," you whispered and lowered your eyes. Timothee gently put his hand on your cheek and began to gently run his thumb over your face, removing a tear that had rolled down.

- And you will soon be leaving for the shooting of a new film, and I will not be with you, and we will not see each other for so long ..., - you began to mutter, but Timothee gently pressed his lips to yours, silencing you. He kissed you slowly, savoring every moment of the kiss. You kissed him back, hugging him tighter. Your fingers of your not wounded hand immediately found his hair, and you lightly pulled on it. Timothy groaned and opened his mouth, which you took advantage of and deepened the kiss. The fire inside you flared up more and more, and you were afraid that Timothee would stop the kiss, but he was also consumed by you, as you were by him. Then Timothee pulled you closer to him and touched your injured arm. You couldn't help a groan of sudden pain, and Timothy jerked away from you.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... - he quickly began to tell you. Passion after the kiss, fear for you and anger at himself splashed in his eyes at the same time.

- No, everything is fine, I`m o... - you started, but he did not let you finish.

- Don't tell me everything's fine. Exactly what I was afraid happened. I couldn't control myself and hurt you, - he said angrily, - and I can't live if I hurt you.

You couldn't see him angry anymore and lowered your eyes again.

- Hey, - Timothee said again and gently lifted your face by the chin, looking into your eyes, - I love you so much. And I also want you madly, every minute. Do not doubt it. We just need to wait a bit, okay? Until you get better.

He kissed you gently on the forehead. Then you felt his lips gently squeeze your earlobe and goosebumps ran through your body.

 And then, when you feel better, - he whispered passionately in your ear, - I will not let you out of our bed for a week. I will kiss every inch of your body. I will make you moan and scream my name until you start begging me to stop.

- Promise? you asked coyly. The thought itself made your blood boil in your veins.

“I promise,” he said and kissed my temple, “now tell me what do you want to eat for dinner?”